Maintenance (Open RP, No dueling)

Faith sometimes wondered why people couldn't follow rules. Some were annoying, yes, but others were there for a very good reason... Such as the rule about not eating or drinking anything when dueling in a duel stadium."Stupid, arrogant, obnoxious Obelisk..." She muttered under her breath, scrambling under the duel table to look at the damage. It wasn't that she had anything against Obelisk Blue students... It was just that the one who spilled a glass of coke all over the desk was from Obelisk, and he'd done nothing but whine about how he got his cards wet. Sometimes she wondered how difficult it would be to just apologise to her for making her go through the extra work and effort. One thing she'd learnt quickly was that on this island everyone was judged by what they wore. Slifer's were looked down on, Obelisk's flaunted their power and abilities. And Faith, skulking around in her light blue overalls, hair tied up with a ribbon, looking for all the world like a little girl who had got lost on the island, wasn't given a second glance. In the island's pecking order, she was lower than the rats, just there to make sure the equipment kept working. And to fix it after a stupid, rule-flaunting Obelisk had spilt their drink all over it.

Faith like technology, but sometimes she knew that it was simplest just to think of everything like a computer. She knew what to do if you spilt a drink on a computer keyboard, and didn't even need to think of the process. The first thing to do was turn everything off immediately and unplug the keyboard. Then turn the keyboard immediately over onto an absorbent towel to sop up the excess moisture. Tap the keyboard to dislodge any excess moisture. Then use a spray air duster to dry further. Do not turn it on for at least a week until it is fully dried out. The basic message was get the liquid away from it and then let it dry thoroughly before attempting to use again. So Faith took those principles and just increased them in size.

She'd almost finished when a voice called to her from the entrance to the stadium."Hey! Faith! Hows it going?"Faith didn't look up; she recognised the voice well enough from the sound. "Fine, Jinn..." She drawled in reply. Jinn was the head technician on the island, Faith was technically his assistant. But he'd learnt long ago to leave most of the work to Faith. Unlike him, she never grew tired for shifting through acres of cables and wires, or trawling through countless pages and screens of data."Right. When you've finished up there, would you mind looking through Slifer duel disks? A couple were dropped into maintenance a while ago." Jinn called, turning and walking out of the stadium. He didn't wait for Faith's reply; technically she was employed by him, and she didn't say no to him anyway.